It's the Holiday Season!

 





















Hi, friends!

It's holiday time
We'll try for a rhyme
With the help of lights
And glittery sights
We feel the glow
Eyes twinkle in snow
Always.




   
Have the merriest of Christmases and the purriest of New Years!
from all of us - Tinker, Chopin, Anastasia and Bridgie
and --- our Father Tom Fishworthy, SJ

Dear Diary

Prayers for smoochies

Hello, diary my old friend
I've come to talk to you again..

I do refer to music a lot, maybe because it's become so much a part of my life, I can't imagine going day-to-day without it.

It's been two months now since my last confession..oops--I mean-- author Julie Church Cat Mackenzie and I set up my Facebook page. I've had a lot of fun coming up with material for it, my number one minion adding design as she plays around with graphics. There are more things in the works which we promise to share. We're just so grateful to those of you who have stood by us no matter how fanciful we get; trust me when I say the journey will be worth it.

So, climb aboard, give me a cyber scratch behind the ears--even whisper sweet nothings and I will give you my best purrs along with throwing in a few funny or inspirational bits out of my grab bag.

Join me on FB at http://www.facebook.com/FrTomFish.

--Tom

Behind the Scenes: Mousebreath, Here We Come!

Scene: A relaxing afternoon at home

Chopin and Bridgie: Did you hear?

Tinker: (yawns) Hear what?

C and B: We're being interviewed by Mousebreath magazine!!

Anastasia: Zzzzzzzzzz.....

"Hope we're not disturbing you."

Tinker: If it's not Chick-henbreath, I'm not interested.

C and B: Chick-henbreath!? That's not as clever.

Tinker: True. So, go on.

Anastasia: Zzzzzzzzz.....

Chopin: Okay, here's the deal. We have to describe ourselves so people get to know us better.

Bridgie: I have four legs, a tail and I'm pretty! (I think)

Bridget

Chopin and Tinker: You are and we know that already.

Tinker: They mean how we became a family. Our bios.

Anastasia: Zzzzzzzzz....

Bridgie: Bios?

Tinker: "Short for biographies."

Bridgie: Ooooh, another big word! I collect them, you know. Chopin taught me flatulence. Isn't he funny?

Tinker: Never mind that now.

Bridgie: Oh, ok.

Anastasia: Zzzzzzzzz....

Chopin: Will someone wake her the hell up?

Tinker: Not I.

Bridgie: Not me!!

Chopin: (at the top of his voice) WAKE UP YOU OLD BAG!! THE QUEEN REQUESTS THE HONOUR OF YOUR PRESENCE!!

Anastasia: (opens one eye, clearly annoyed) Now??

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We can't wait for you to see how our interview turned out in Mousebreath! Thank you Jan!

--Tinker, Anastasia, Chopin and Bridgie with our angels always near us and Father Tom.

As Time Goes By - Gotcha Day 2015

You must remember this 

A kiss is just a kiss

A sigh is just a sigh...

Has it been two years already??

This is how it all started. A shelter. A cat. Ooodles of charm. We were all weepy and sentimental last year and didn't notice..

Look at the wall behind these two!! Scratched all to blazes! Hahahaha!

Yes, it's been a long time since the old Motel 6 for strays, aka shelter, and even longer for a part of town I don't even want to think about anymore.

Lotsa lovin' is agreeing with me big time! (Mom Julie has this thing for angels)

"Sleeeep, little Chopin, sleeep!"

Speaking of all that is holy, I even have a mystique about me now. 

Mom Julie and I started a priestly Father Tom Fishworthy page on Facebook. We like speaking through him, getting away with expressing what the original Father Tom might say and share. It's meant to be entertaining and we hope you find it so.

"Did you hear the one about the baker and the dog? I didn't either..."

                                                       
                                                    Look! A squirrel!

I guess this post is done.

It's been a good two years. I hope to have many more with my homies Tinker, Anastasia and Bridget and a mom who thinks the world of me and loves me with all her heart.

                                                  The fundamental things apply
                                                            As time goes by..
                                                           

Another Episode in the Ever-Continuing Drama -...Wait For It... - "As the Hairball Hurls"

(Cue organ music and fade..)

Tom (aka Chopin): Well, I've just about had it.

Tinker: Had it? About what?

Tom: All these humans wanting to run our country. The drama is raising my blood
pressure.

Tinker: Yours? I'm so stressed out, I can't hear myself think.

Tom: Nobody can actually hear themselves think.

Tinker: You have to pick at what I say. Why do you get technical when I'm trying to make a point?

Tom: I can't help it. Here I am, quanderizing about the state of our world and you're saying stupid stuff.

Tinker: Quanderizing? What the hell is that? Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone. Or, have you forgotten?

Tom: Since I AM without sin, you better duck, wise man!

Romeow and Juliet

Tinker here...

In honor of my Gotcha Day, I will share my version of a Shakespearean classic.

As you can see, I am perfect for the role of Romeow ~ handsome, six-pack abs at the ready, a big hunk of lovin' of a big cat (which I know you ladies love), and a darn good actor, if I say so myself. Which, of course, I just did..Here, see for yourselves:

Rrrrruffff...I mean, meow!!

Anyway, I recently starred in a play along with my beautiful Anastasia, who played Juliet. She was calling out to me.."Wherefore art thou, Romeow??"

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I arrived right on cue, and boy was I in for a surprise. No sweet-faced, kissable lady love awaited me!

*GASP!*

Would you believe it? Listen to what she said to me...me, Romeow!!

"Who the hell are you??"

I froze. What else could I do? This was the unfriendliest Juliet I had ever seen!!!

Finally, my heart stopped pounding and I had an idea. Instead of running away, I decided to go right at her, pretend I didn't hear the insults and make her wonder if I was going to attack from underneath! Hahahahahaha!!

"YOU #$%^&*()_!!!!"

So, what can I say.. We made quick work of one of the most famous plays Shake Speare ever wrote. 

Apologies, Mr. Speare. Maybe next time, we'll find us one of the Merry Wives. 

Sounds good to me already.

Sock Sorting Saturday

Hi, Bridgie here--

Boy, did I have a surprise this morning! Mom's all ambitious and, wouldn't you know it, I had to get caught up in it! Next thing I know, she's in the sock drawer, going into shock.

"We need to pair socks! This is getting out of hand!" she shrieks. And, of course, my help is required.
Here's how it went:

Ugh!!

Socks to the left of me, socks to the right

None of them paired, it's such a fright!

There's a sock for all my colors

But none like me in sight!

Shhhh! She left the room, so I think I'm okay

Where's my Birdie? I wanna play!

Oh! What me not working?

How can that be?

Mom sneaked in and is now looking at me!

No harm done, she says.

Putting the socks away

We'll find mates for these others

Another day.

Whew!